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Chapter 1
Related History

My marriage was n't very much of one. It felt more like a partnership than a marriage. I was on the road a lot to attain ends meet while my wife worked part fourth dimension, being the homemaker and raising our daughter. acerate leaf to say, we both were pretty suffering without being able to drop a great deal prison term together.

Then the unthinkable happened. While traveling through KS toward a South Carolina address, I got a call from my sister that no sister should stimulate to make. My wife and daughter perished in a car wreck caused by a inebriate driver. I thought I was living a alone aliveness before but now ... .well, phonograph needle to say I was now living a nightmare.

I was near the company's last and hauled the burden into the yard to drop the preview and trance the soonest flight of stairs abode I could. It was the longest, most cheek wracking and depressing day of my life.

After the funeral and a match of workweek off to demand precaution of the details and such, I reluctantly flew back to pick up my life as a driver. The vacation during the first yr are the most depressing. They brought back the fact my menage wasn't there to enjoy those trade good clip with me anymore and the pain reined me in to a near catatonic United States Department of State. When I would go back to the house and try to take a break from the road, it always felt discharge and lifeless. It was heavily to stay more than a couple of days as the memories haunted me. Even after nearly a class and three month had passed, I couldn't outdoor stage to go back any thirster. The pain and depression became far too great to turn out. So on my survive home-time I kept a few memento ’, cleaned up the place and hired a realtor to sell it. I told him to take whatever offer would pay it off and any fees and taxis owed. I didn't care about the money as it probably would be another reminder of what I'd lost. Their living were priceless and I couldn't handle having profited from the sale of the house. The star sign sold in three days.

Now a little Sir Thomas More than a year later I'm dealing with the death of my last living grandparent. It was n't as a lot of a shock since she was ill for a long time. It was more of a assuagement than anything else that she was no foresightful suffering. When aunt blue jean called to give me the news I was in N Dakota heading to Texas. I was n't able to clear the funeral and really couldn't handle much beyond driving. I had lost my parents as did my wife in one of the regretful tornado eruption in recorded history before our girl was born. There seemed to be no end to the bad word. At 46, I felt the lonesome mortal in the universe with nothing to exhibit for the life's experiences, achievement, hopes and dreams I once had.

When Grandma was first becoming ill, I started conversing with aunty Jean more often after her first twosome of e-mail and a earphone call just to see how I was doing. I hadn't kept in touch since visiting during Christmas one yr a few years ago. But since those first conversations and reconnecting, we kept in touch sensation through electronic mail. I always enjoyed talking with her when we happened to let the metre. I loved her southern accentuate voice and couldn't get enough so I started calling more often. Many of our conversations centered on the good and not so ripe things that were going on in our liveliness. After a couple of months, she started suggesting I come and see granny at least once more. I thought that might be a goodness idea since I had no family of my own anymore and might be the finally time I did get to see her. So I scheduled sentence off to spend with them during July. Aunt Jean was glad I would be coming and we started talking about old times growing up when I visited as a child during independence Day celebrations.

Aunt dungaree had always been my favorite out of the two auntie I had. She is the survive of her immediate crime syndicate on my dad's side. As I said, my dad had died. He had a younger Brother by two years but died of malignant neoplastic disease just before his fifteenth natal day when aunt jean was 11. She was the child of the family and was only fourteen eld old when I was born. Now she was alone. Her youngster were living their own biography half way across the commonwealth and only occasionally writing or calling.

A month or so ago in one of our conversations, Aunt jean said the house she was building was just getting the final touches and asked if I could come see her so she could show up me around."Over the river and through the woods…"you might say from where Grandma's house was. You see, she was able to make the house when Grandma was pronounced incompetent to contend her own affairs. Her Living Will was enacted by the lawyer and powerfulness of attorney was handed over to Aunt jean. One statement in the Will said the attorney was to change state over a prophylactic deposit box she hadn't known existed. The contents of the box were several documents relating to investments and land cipher lie with about and were to be dispersed to the living descendant. As I said before, aunty blue jean was the last and she wound up with all of it. To her astonishment, buried in the documents was a trust set up over sixty years previous following the war by her parents. Grandpa's military retirement pay fed the confidence automatically and any interest gained was rolled back into the faith if no pursuit withdrawals were made within 30 days of the outlay. For more than sixty years, this trust had been building on itself to take care of her and her two brothers should anything go on to their parents. Now she discovered it all went to her and she found herself thrust into a situation of wealth that changed her life sentence overnight. She could deal for Grandma with the right caregivers without worry ! In addition to caring for Grandma, aunty Jean's CPA credential and training became priceless in actively managing the land and copious investing portfolios she suddenly found herself with. She paid off the debts and liquidated the stale investment and plus. She also reconfigured the trust to make a new self-sustainment trust for her to live off of using electric current economical models to eventually leave off to her kids, full cousin and other extended family members as well as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and medical research origination. All told, she was very well off now and lacked for nada. Almost.

The one thing that I remember very clearly about her was that she always seemed bubbly and glad no topic the situation. I had a calf love on her for the longest fourth dimension growing up. She was only five feet tall, very drear chocolate-brown hair that she always kept midway down her back. She had cut it to a little retentive than berm length by the metre of the Christmas sojourn I mentioned. Getting back in touch with her and getting to love her as an grownup has been nice. I didn't feeling so alone anymore.

Though auntie jean was flyspeck and only five foundation marvellous, she sported an attractive 33-23-34 figure with a gravid B or little C cup fizzle and might have weighed all of 100 pounding soaking wet. That was how I remembered her when I was much vernal. The few times I had visited in my teen old age she had always looked safe and we had fun driving around in her old Porsche 914 while we blasted down the back route ! In reminiscing about her, I now realize she might very well have been the first cleaning lady I fell in sexual love with.

Today, I have those fond memories and decided to accept her up on her offer of a rarefied tour of the new lieu. I myself have had a couple of years driving my truck without many expenses beyond keeping the truck maintained and a small mortgage I'll pay off in about thirteen long time. I'd saved enough to put money down on a few acre of nation and put a menage on it near Wilson, NC. I can park my rig on my acres and could make an light slip to the Outer camber or up to the mountains when I wanted. I spent a lot of prison term emailing, texting and talking with Aunt Jean all this time and said I would be down to see her. When I got home I didn't even go into the theater. Instead, I grabbed my pre-packed suitcase that I put together while on the route, climbed down out of the truck, hopped into my jeep and pointed the nose South toward Georgia.


Chapter 2
Curious Pursuit

I honked the horn enthusiastically when I drove up into aunty jean's driveway. She came running out to fulfill me, ecstatic that I could form it. I was glad she seemed to have stayed in good shape all things considered. I still had this nagging expectation she should be walking decelerate and less wandering for some reason. As soon as we embraced, she broke down into sobs thanking me for coming. She felt so alone having to direct precaution of nanna before she passed away. After several instant of kissing and comforting each other, we went inside her new household to talk about how things are going. She fixed us some umber and we talked about the clobber in computer memory that was left to be shipped to living congeneric based on the volition. At to the lowest degree those that could be found still living. It was a slow procedure with such a large go kinfolk. We talked for 60 minutes with good computer storage and bad coming back to us about growing up. We talked about the few times I visited during the early summer for independence Day festivity when I was short. I remember breeze, watermelon vine, knockout tea and sneaking sips of Mint Juleps nanna always had available for the grown-ups while us kids got plain old lemonade. Before we knew it, it had grown night outside and neither of us had anything to eat since breakfast.

'' Would you need Italian or Mexican tonight ? '' She asked in her soothing southerly accent I so loved.

'' Italian. I do n't think my breadbasket will cover that kind of spiciness tonight. '' I replied grimacing.

'' Get your kicking on and let 's go then ! I 'll be just a few minutes. '' She said cheerily. `` Let 's take your Jeep. I have n't had a drive in one of those yet. ''

"Are you sure aunt blue jean ? It's not the smoothest ride you know."I said.

"I can treat it."She winked and went upstairs to her chamber to change.

I went to my room and changed into an upper-casual set of dress. Kaki dark-brown trouser, dark green conservative straw man dress shirt and dim dress cowboy kick. After brushing my hair I waited for her in the foyer. Her"few minutes"accounted for XXX as I checked my sentry with a grumbling stomach for the centesimal time. I heard a door close then footsteps start descending the step a second later and when I looked up, the thirty minutes were well worth it.

The room seemed to light up and my heart widened as she took each step in an elegant and very womanly decent down the stairway. She was wearing a flannel casual wearing apparel with a ignominious belt ammunition and Negroid three inch spike high heeled shoes. The dress extended to just below the knee and sported a shoulder baring ruffle which hid sleeve loops to prevent them from sliding up onto her shoulder. She had her tomentum down and was adorned with a White person hair band over the top of her heading similar to those from the LX. Coupled with her amazing green center she looked to be in her mid-thirties. The feeling was classic demure elegance. When she reached the bottom of the steps, she looked straight at me and smiled knowingly. She knew she had that effect on men even if she refused to acknowledge her own good looking. She came up to me and with a slender finger, gently lifted my chin to close my oral cavity. I swallowed a hard dry clump. She looked fantastic and I then remembered why I had such a crush on her waaaaay back when. Apparently, I still did.

'' I take it you like my dress ? '' she asked as she twirled around for me to see the whole thing smiling happily. Her skirt flared out and I could see the white lace garter on her nude discolor stockings high up on her second joint raising my temperature considerably. I thought she had proficient looking legs but I never suspected she wore stockings ! I never thought she needed them. Then I simply nodded in answer to her inquiry as anything I would try to consume said would either come out cracking like a pubescence teen or a croak. She held out a hand, palm down and like a gentleman, I took on the chivalrous role she initiated and looked into her optic. Her pupils were dilated slightly as I now suspect she saw mine were. With her in script I guided her through the door to the Jeep, entranced.

Southern Night in Georgia can be quite uncomfortable. Tonight wasn't one of those hot sticky night. Instead it was quite pleasant. We still needed the air conditioning but didn't need it going full tilt. She directed me on where to turn to get to the restaurant and in no time we were pulling up to a very nice one. I parked up close to the edifice as I could so she wouldn't have to walk in those high heels which I'm for sure she didn't wear but on uncommon function. I got out and hurriedly moved around to open up her door before she opened it. I needn't have worried. She sat there, a proper Lady waiting patiently. I opened the door and held out my handwriting. She took it, swung her legs over and slid out landing on her feet expertly without getting her apparel caught on anything as if she'd done it all her lifetime. She told me that while she was marry, her husband always had a full-sized pick-up with large tire. Wherever they went, it was in his truck. She only drove her car when he wasn't going anywhere with her. This gave her a lot of practice to hone her ingress and egression technique with a large vehicle.

"I remember that Brobdingnagian jeep your dad had. It was so high school up I was always afraid I'd pass out and eat the background and told him he needs to install an automatic ladder."She said. We laughed at that. My Dad had this ‘ 77 Cherokee Chief with the big tyre and lift kit. It was a doozie of a step. Any woman in a dress or skirt would feature to hike up it up pretty in high spirits to manage getting in or out of it. She commented that she liked this one ripe as it didn't try to catch her dress and make it depend upon up. I gave a half-smile wondering why she would comment on that. Upon entering the restaurant, we approached the Maître d's desk. Looking first at auntie dungaree then me he asked for our figure. I gave him mine and he found it on the reservation list and came around from behind his desk and extended a hired man. I took it and returned the handshake.

"It is a pleasure to cause you Mr. Mount Logan and your lovely wife dine with us tonight."He said with a slender European accent and reached for aunty jean's right hand. Gently holding her hand by her finger's breadth, he bowed to her at the hip and kissed the back of her mitt. My eyebrow launched upward then I frowned and she quickly turned her point and gave me a barely perceptible shingle of her drumhead. When the Maître d'had risen from his bow, she was smiling again at him.

"This way to your shelve please."The Maître d'said and turned to stride purposefully into the dining suite with a vino list in deal. I offered my arm to aunt blue jean again and I led the way following in the Maître d's wake.

On the way to our stall, I caught a few of the men glancing at my auntie. It was fairly slowly to evidence who was admiring and who was leering. I reacted to the leering in a typical male fashion. My adhesive friction on aunt Jean's arm tightened slightly as my six foot two inch anatomy tensed as if readying for an flak. As I made eye contact with the one who was truly leering he undoubtedly saw my threatening expression and understood the meaning pretty clearly by looking at anything but Aunt dungaree.

aunty jean whispered something I couldn't process right away in my Department of State of intellect at the clip. I did relax however, but only a fiddling until we were seated in a mostly unoccupied section of the dining surface area. A paries separated this elbow room from the main dining country. Heavy looking velvety draperies crossed the clear room access blocking the purview and nearly all of the sound from that part of the restaurant. As we took our stern in a cozy cubicle, I glanced around and took observance that this elbow room was much quieter. Taking in the trappings with another spry glance I saw racy looking carpet covering the storey as well as velvet draperies on the bulwark. These were the primary reasons for the subdued sound. Our little semi-round privacy booth was also decorated with similar looking pall and early materials that trapped noise that also looked to be high class. Sound did not carry in here very well at all so sponsor could have comfy conversations without being overheard.

"My name is John Pierpont Morgan. If I may be of any further assist, please notify Stephan, your waiter."He said while handing me the wine list. John Pierpont Morgan bowed again, turned and headed back to the front desk. I started to unfold my mouth but auntie blue jean was quicker.

"I'm moving over here so I can see the vino list too."She said as she scooted around to my side of the booth. Still confused about Morgan's welcoming instruction, I dumbly gave over for her to take hold the early half of the wine-coloured list.

"What will you be having tonight ? Beef, chicken, fish or pork ?"she asked me. My thinker dwelled on Morgan's statement. When I didn't respond she asked again.

"Oh. Sorry aunt Jean."I said apologetically."Ummmm, I think I'll have beef lasagna with meat sauce. I prefer white vino but I'll have a field glass of zinfandel to keep it proper. I don't know much about wine I do lie with red goes with heart and soul sweetheart and white with fish. Beyond that, I know what my taste buds tell me."I said.

"A sensible answer."She said then looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking."I think I'll have the spinach lasagna with a Pinot Noir."She said as she leaned a petty boost over toward me. I was just about to ask her about Morgan's receive when our server showed up.

"Good eve. I am Stephan and I will be your waiter tonight."He said."May I start you off with your wine order perhaps ?"
I spoke up and gave him our wine-colored pick as well as our meal choice. Stephan thanked us for our Order telling us he would be back with the salads and wine. He then turned and left to ingest our choice to the kitchen. Again I was just about to ask the question when Aunt Jean spoke up commencement again.

"I know you're confused about Morgan's apparent misapprehension in assuming I'm your wife."She said looking me true in the eye."I didn't mean for that to encounter exactly even though I felt a little pride at having you with me. As you figured out, I used your name when I made the qualification. A gentleman's gens is always used when a lady accompanies him. It's one of those chivalrous or ‘ Emily Post'principle I think. Anyway, I wanted to be treated like a lady tonight and I think you like playing the Gentleman."she said and as I opened my mouth to attempt to sound another question, she put a finger on my mouth to silence me.

"I know it seems odd I would need that impression. I'm fully aware that even though we are related, we are also only 14 old age apart in age. At our age, masses see two adults and not an auntie with her nephew. So I thought it might be fun to assume the role of a couple spending an evening out. Lord knows I wish I could experience a comrade again who could be a gentleman at times."She said softly and looked down at the table not focusing on it.

"I must admit Aunt jean I don't really know what to say. I guess maybe I'm a bit ball over. I didn't know you were so depress about things. I mean, I always thought of you as happy no matter what. You you look great and you seemed happy until now."I said. Stephan returned with our wine and salads and left again. I continued once he was out of sight.

"I know you're LX but you look better than any thirty-something I know. I can't imagine you would bear any bother getting appointment or finding someone near your age you can be happy with."

She smiled, a fiddling sadly then said,"I may look as young as you think you see me and I feel much younger than I am at metre. Lately I just don't feeling that young anymore. The men about my age I meet have something telltale about their age and health. Sometimes I feel like a real loner. I missed a good amount of my life trying to make my wedding workplace and in the end it failed. I don't know if there are any men out there my age willing to vest the sleep of their lives with me that still have vitality and can hold up with my motive. If there are, they certainly don't live in this townspeople or a 100 statute mile of it !"

"So ..."I cut off as she shook her nous slowly.

"I'm too old to be making the bar scene or using those on-line dating sites. I'm sixty and I feel every bit of it at prison term. I would experience to propel somewhere else and I don't flavor like starting my life history over. Oh I'll probably start traveling around unlike parts of the humankind at some point but it won't be to find a first mate. I can't have children any to a greater extent and I really don't want the responsibility of one. I did the ‘ female parent'affair and they don't write or call hardly. So why look for a mate ? That voice of my life is over. I need companionship. Someone I can contribution my life with under a unlike set of expectations."She said. She started eating her salad again and paused with her fork one-half way to her oral fissure and sighed saying"I wish I could go back and fix my life sometimes."

I thought of my family and wishing the Saame affair. I looked at the wedding band I still wore. It pained me at times to fall apart it but seemed more dreadful somehow to try to put it away. It was then I noticed aunt Jean was wearing her infield wedding ceremony ring and I inquired about it.

She looked at her left hired hand and gave a half smile."I guess I just wanted to finger like I had someone I could relate to and just pretend a piddling that we were a happy distich out on the township. But…"she trailed off.

"But what ?"I asked.

"Oh nix. I'm just an old woman trying to keep off the intuitive feeling that she's the finally of her generation. After my divorcement I changed my name back to my maiden name and, well, I thought since I was a ‘ Logan'again…"she trailed off."Listen Ben, I didn't really entail to land this up and stir up hurt feelings. I'm sorry."She said and started to remove her ring. I reached over and held her hired man in both of mine. She stilled and stared at my hired hand for a bit then looked into my eyes. My eyes were glistening with the sting of tears beginning to form. Fearing what she'd done, hers did too and she froze. I could see a fearful look in those beautiful green middle and wanted to do something to allay those fears. I did the only thing I could think of and put an arm around her and overstretch her closer. We both hurt inside and having a squeamish evening out really wouldn't hurt anything. We sat there quietly for a few hour holding paw with my arm around her.

Several mo went by and Stephan appeared with more wine and our main course of action. He filled each glass with our choices and was about to put the nursing bottle on the cart when I stopped him. I asked if he would just allow for them and to please add them to my bill. Stephan smiled and left the wine with us. aunty jean was curious now.

"Why ?"she asked simply.

"We both have a lot of memories that hurt. This is the elegant way to dethaw some of them. Afterwards, we can either paint the town red or store up on the way menage. Much can go away in this worldwide result my dear peeress. matter seem to get better with the partaking of the more prodigiously strong poisons found elsewhere in this land of southerly delights."I said. She laughed softly as her face lit up in surprise.

"You really mean we should get plastered tonight ?"she said.

"I will prepare it my priority to convey utmost latitude against the lower forms of emotional disposition. When it comes to this magical solution, the more alien forms of liquor consumed, the better one spirit about the time to come. Until the adjacent morn of course."I declared raising my glass. Then I quietly said"A toast to a most magnificent solemnisation of being the only two lonely hoi polloi on the satellite tonight to gain from various alcoholic concoctions."

Grinning she raised her glass and said,"To an everlasting companionship. May we never feel lonely when we're together."I raised an eyebrow then our deoxyephedrine clinked making a flyspeck musical note of hand. We downed our glass in large gulp and I wondered about her use of the word, ‘ companionship ’.


Chapter 3
Favored Feelings

Upon finishing our meals, we were both a little tipsy from the wine-coloured consumed prior to putting our main track away and thought it dependable to economise some of the night for those exotic feeling elsewhere. I had the presence of thinker to go on from driving the Wrangler for veneration of getting lost or arrested or perhaps both. After paying the check, we went to Morgan and asked for a cab. Morgan did so immediately then returned his attention to us. I handed him the Florida key to my landrover with a 20 and told him it would be retrieved tomorrow. He took them gladly and placed them in his coat pocket with the 20 dollar bill.

"I appreciate your cartel Mr. Mount Logan. It will be in fine paw. I will suffer the keys put in the safety until you return for them tomorrow. I trust your arrest with us was enjoyable ?"Morgan said looking at each of us. We both nodded and smiled."And how was Mrs Logan's meal ?"

"It was truly terrific and my married man knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent."She said taking my arm. I watched her lips move elegantly to take shape the words. I felt hypnotized by them. I missed the"husband"component part completely and looked at Morgan with a smiling on my face. Lewis Henry Morgan looked to me expectantly without speaking. I replied to his unverbalised question.

"I think I had the best lasagne I have ever tasted. I'll have to refund and try another dish antenna. Thank you for a wonderful meal Morgan."I said. aunt Jean just started moving towards the door as I started to frown a little. It was obvious to her I had just caught up with her use of the word ‘ husband'when I felt her hired hand in mine again as she turned us toward the door while holding my arm as if I was leading. J. P. Morgan bade us a skilful evening and turned to the following invitee on the tilt to be called as the entryway was now filled with restaurant patrons.

As we passed through the doors to the ardent Georgia evening, the nighttime air seemed to bear a cool off upshot. We sat silently on a bench with her head gently resting on my impart shoulder, her arm entwined with mine. A few minutes passed and she crossed her left leg over her right and started bouncing her left ft up and down slightly. I watched and became hypnotized by the mess of that dainty ft just bouncing. The lean but lenient look of her infantry was sexy as were the curves of her calve. My intellect started to wander into forbidden territory when the cab rolled up. In a fluid motility, she uncrossed her legs and stood pulling me up with her. Her grip was amazing and I got a glance of the heftiness timber in her go forth arm. It crossed my mind that she had said she worked out too. We piled into the book binding of the cab as Aunt denim told the driver to channelise to the nearest classy bar that had a live lot and a blue star on the sign. The number one wood nodded his caput and headed across town.

After we arrived, I paid the back fee and we headed straight for any recession tabular array or Booth well back from the stage we could happen. When we found one, a waitress appeared and patiently waited to adopt our ordination. Aunt Jean ordered a Bloody Mary and I, a Captains Rum and Coke. She sat future to me and we listened to the live music onstage in the far end of the room. It wasn't loud as banding went but loud enough and it sounded skilful. The waitress returned with our drinks then promptly left. We sat there taking sips and watching the stripe play some pumped up jazz while a few people danced.

After half of her drink was consumed, she leaned over into me. I settled back and let her get comfortable. The waitress came back to check on us and we both ordered Margaritas for our adjacent round.

"You're the tropic sort tonight."She said referring to my choice of drinks.

I laughed."I guess I need to experience like a buccaneer captain to make this round the populace voyage."I said. I looked around at the decorum. It was filled with all sort of artefact from versatile parts of the universe. Some tropic island memorabilia adorned component of one wall while point relating to the history of flying took up most of another. The bar over the far right wing of the room looked kind of like a cabana. The whole place had hard forest floor, teak and oak furniture with a mixture of former stained and painted trim and decoration.

"I like this place auntie jean. You have fantabulous mouthful as usual. I haven't been in a place even close to this style."I said. She looked up at me and smiled. She then reached up behind my head and pulled my head teacher closer to hers and kissed me on the lips. Not one of those mob relation type buss but a unforesightful albeit thick buss. My nous seemed to have gone totally blank at that moment. As I started to kiss her back, she pulled away and held my gaze.

"I think you're too old to call me Aunt denim anymore. call up me Jean from now on. Just Jean."She said. I cocked an eyebrow as if to call into question what I heard. She smiled and nodded. I nodded with her.

"I'm sword lily you like it Ben."She said nudging the field back to my archetype scuttlebutt. I just sat there trying to project her out through the muzziness of the swallow. She nestled into me further and I could imprecate I heard or rather felt her sigh. A few present moment later I felt one of her script on my second joint and pass on a gentle squeeze. I was muzzy from crapulence and it took a moment to work on what was happening. Reactively or by instinct, I didn't know what was what at this point, my rightfulness arm slid around her slender waist and gently rubbed her stomach through the fabric of her dress with my hand. Her manus went to stroking my second joint and an all too familiar aching began to stir down there.

The music changed and she suddenly sat up, turned toward me with a surprised look on her face and finally a big grin. In another flowing motion to provide the booth she took my hand and pulled me up with her. I went with it and she headed for the dance floor with me in tow. Not caring now about what transpired in the booth, I hit the dance level and we had a blow just cutting loose. After a long medley of"swing"birdsong, we left the floor and got back to our booth laughing and hanging onto one another.

"Oh my Gawd ! I haven't had so much fun in forever !"she said breathless. I realized my foggy flavor seemed to have diminished some as most of my Margarita was still intact. We gulped down what was left. The waitress returned for another Order rhythm and we both stuck with a Margarita for each of us.

I was curious about her behavior now. Here she was sixty going on twenty when I had a sudden dying instant as the thought process hit me that she might have health trouble I wasn't aware of. The thought of her just dropping stagnant of a heart attack or stroke sobered me up considerably from the Adrenalin hurry. After some consideration that she'd taken care of herself with workout and a salubrious dieting I allowed that she was most likely in better shape than I was.

She turned and kissed me on the sass again but held it longer this time. I kissed back. She pulled away and looked into my eyes in contemplation. I gave her a wry smile and her mouth parted slightly. It was time to get to know dungaree Beaumonte Mount Logan, the charwoman. Before she could respond, I kissed her with one of those long, oceanic abyss penetrating kisses that make some fair sex swoon. When our lips parted she spoke my name in a breathless hush. She didn't swoon exactly but was entranced as I pulled her closing curtain and waved for our waitress.

"Yes sir ?"the waitress said.

"Do you suffer Champagne here ?"I asked.

"Yes. Would you like two field glass instead of the Margarita order ?"she asked.

"No. I think we'll take the Margarita's now and two bottleful of bubbly to check out with."I said.

The waitress smiled happily, turned and headed to fill the order looking back at us only once. blue jean looked up at me.

"champagne ! What's the juncture or should I ask ?"Jean said.

"We are going menage to really toast the end of our miserable lonesome life story for better tomorrows."I said.

"Oh ? And how do you propose to end our piteous unfrequented lives ? Have you figured out something I haven't ?"she said in a mock serious smell. I smiled and kissed her poke. I had taken what she had seemed to pioneer and decided to fulfill her desire for company. I didn't want to profess we were a duo. I wanted to be with her as a span. I thought about the intuitive feeling I had for her when I had a crush and wanted to pander those notion. The cold-shoulder muzzy intuitive feeling was returning as the adrenaline Rush faded rapidly allowing me to pretermit my guard some and see through social roadblock and viewed us as simply two people having needs. She was right on. I was old enough. Without any living next-of-kin, there wasn't any real need to predict her by her title anymore. Add to that she kissed wonderfully warmly, soft, sweet and loving. I wanted more.

"I intend to finish what you started and I believe you'll enjoy it."I said. She hit me with insistent interrogative sentence and I ignored them. She even thumped her clenched fist on my chest, unconvincingly, in an attempt to get me to talk.

The waitress returned with our drinking, two bottles of champagne and the check. We both gulped down the Margarita's as agile as we could without freezing our brainpower, to no service. I motioned for our waitress again. When she came back to the booth, I paid the bill and tipped her then asked if she would bear in mind calling us a cab too and tipped her a ten for her fuss. She grinned and went off to predict for a cab. About ten minutes later a cab did show up. I helped Jean in and climbed in myself. denim gave the cab driver the speech.

Throughout the maiden contribution of the drive she sat quietly but occasionally bit her stern lip. I could see the wheels were turning and trying to put to work out what I had said. She looked at me several times with expressions of curiosity, business concern and finally worry. I just sat there and held her paw. Figuring the disturbed look was the result of her coming to some sort of conclusion, I leaned over and kissed her gently. Her middle closed and she leaned into me. We kissed slowly and gently about of the ride which was longer as we were on the opposite side of townspeople from her place.

Our Passion of Christ were covered but smoldering though as both of us were still testing the piss yet becoming more accepting. Just before we reached the business firm I started to pull out away and she went with me to keep our lips together until she couldn't tip any further. I turned and stared ahead as I leaned on the door but in my peripheral vision, I could distinguish she was staring at me and then I felt a hand on my bureau. I turned my head and smiled a gentle caring one looking into her eyes. Hers were gentle and seemed to coruscate as her smile reached them with yet another conclusion reached.

Just then the cab bumped over the hurrying bump at the logic gate ingress to the driveway of her mansion. The spell now broken, she sat just and fumbled in her purse to find the remote for the gate. Once through, she folded her hands in her lap as the cab followed the curving driveway up to the house a few century yard from the road. I paid the driver, got out and went around to her face. Setting the bubbly bottles down in the pot next to the paving I opened the door, held out my paw and helped her out. Closing the door the driver almost immediately took off not bothering to make sure we were clear of the car to earn his next transportation. I instinctively grabbed Jean around her waistline and pulled her clear as I was sure her metrical unit would have been run over had I not done so. I shook my fist at the driver and remark Jean was holding to me and looking up at me.

"Thank you Ben."She said in a breathy representative. I didn't let go my detention on her waist as I watched to make believe for sure the cab driver didn't hit anything in his boot to leave alone the circular drive. When he disappeared around the inaugural curvature a few moment later, I looked down at Jean and she was still staring me in the eyes. Her eyes wore a lenient more sleepyheaded seductive facial expression now.

"Shall we go inside ?"I asked. She shook her head. I tilted my promontory."Where then ?"

"To the pool."She said and began to chair off letting her arm declension from around my waist. I let her go and knelt to pick up the champagne feeding bottle. I turned my head to see which way she was heading and was entranced as my optic followed her. She walked with a careen to her rosehip I've only seen in classy graceful old movie. It was a seductive rather than a regular hip-swinging style of walk. It was amazing to watch. Before I knew it she turned her head and looked back at me smiling as her helping hand extended back and her finger worked in a very unmistakable ‘ cum hither'gesture.

My intellect was thinking I should be coming in more ways than one after seeing her walk like that ! I swallowed surd knowing what I was doing but the fact that she was perpetuating and encouraging it was incredibly arousing. I stood and caught up with her in a few tread. My psyche knew what we were about to betroth in as the inhibited roadblock warred with my primal needs. Elsewhere, my cock was tingling with that painful ache of awakening reaction to that primaeval indigence. I've heard alcohol inhibits a man's ability to have an hard-on. I've also heard that men with strong vitality aren't affected as easily. I was either section of the latter group or I hadn't consumed enough to reach that item yet. I held out my arm to her and she took it and hugged it as we walked to the logic gate in a paries that opened to the back yard. As we got closer I noticed the wall was getting taller. Much taller. Standing at the gate I figured the fence to be twelve feet gamy. This was no ordinary bicycle seclusion fence.

She punched in a key-code on the keypad and the curl clicked or rather clop. I pulled the threshold open and was surprised at its weight. It felt heavy but moved easily on its balanced hinges and let her through. I then pulled the doorway closed behind me gently closing it so it wouldn't slam shut. I needn't have bothered. It had dampers to prevent such. The yard was lit up with accent lighting low to the ground and giving me the impression of looking out from a gamey Benny Hill and seeing the spark of a lowly town in the distance. The area seemed very large and surrounded by Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, bushes and an assortment of flower beds. She loved horticulture and it showed in the slight light source there was. There were flowers everywhere all closed up for the dark. I also noticed that the area felt totally secluded and with the new moon, was absolutely dark where the dismount couldn't reach.

"Wow ! '' I exclaimed. `` It seems like we're out in the middle of nowhere."I remarked looking up to see the stars blazing overhead.

"I know."She chuckled."The nigh theatre is actually more than three twenty-five percent of a mile away and I own that one too. It's a cottage style built in the former 1900's near a prominent stream. I built this one in the middle of the property so I could have the heartsease and quietly I couldn't have in the old seat. The cottage is too close to a neighbour for my solace so I only go there to check on it in the ATV now and then. Sometimes I'll drive gipsy down just to give her a little excersize."She said.

"Gypsy ? Who's that ?"I asked.

"Gypsy's my Volunteer State Zimmer frame. I keep her in the forage to the north. I've got a two stalling barn down there."She said.

"Really ? I didn't know you still depend on. That's great !. I don't think of the lowest metre I rode a Equus caballus. You said you wanted peach and silence ? Sounds like you have it."I said.

"True. But now that I have it, I feel more isolated in more ways than one. But it is home base and I do love horticulture. With the hereditary pattern, I can create any garden I want now."She said.
I looked down at the ground and a few memories of nan's old place flashed through my mind."Yeah. I never knew how well off she was until you and I talked about it. This is the terra firma she had in the volition ?"I said.

"Uh huh. I didn't make love she had it. Maybe your dad would have as he was the oldest but he never said anything to me. She'd forgotten about it and the trustfulness. I guess it was her Alzheimer's. The attorney couldn't tell us about it until she was declared incompetent. The taxation were paid automatically through the law firm from the confidence along with the other tract she owned. It turns out all this land was handed down for generations to issue the cotton mills Great grandfather Mount Logan built. So much of it looks to give been cleared except this hill. According to the text file,"she continued,"the family supposedly owned everything within sight of this Benny Hill back in the 1740's. It totaled into the ten of thousands of acres but they had some unknown stipulations on owning the land until the gyration of 1776. It seemed that a parting of anything earned, farmed or manufactured on the acres was to be sent to England as a requital of some kind. After the revolution, the realm was deeded to the home in 1780. Thomas More ground was cleared for farming as more hard worker were brought in. When they discovered how well cotton plant grew here, the pulverization were built. For two hundred and eleven year our kinfolk's land produced some of the proficient cotton ever grown before the John Stuart Mill closed in 19 ninety nine."She sounded awed, inspired and amazed as the crime syndicate pride in her voice was apparent.
"I built the family on the highest full stop of the largest piece of the Edwin Herbert Land left. I think the land might have been used like a savings invoice when affair got bad too. This was the terminal of the land they kept as the single orotund holding. All of the small piece were sold off over the years on the outskirts to prolong the kinfolk when the output demands of the manufactory went down. There were several smaller parcels all around here. I checked them all out and none seemed big enough for a sub-division of home plate so I've been selling those off in smaller parcels for exclusive home sales."

"And you built your dream plate where you wanted and can live peacefully without guilt."I interrupted.

"I am a CPA you know. That's my stock and business deal after all."
Anyone who can be that estimable at managing other masses's money and still be responsible with their own deserves a slight something for themselves. Another understanding to celebrate !"I said hoisting the bottles in the air.

She smiled, giggled and clapped her hands bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like an worked up little girl."Let's start now !"she exclaimed. She bent down holding on to me and pulled off her high up dog. Taking them in hand she ran through the gage down the incline toward a stone staircase leading up to the pool rather than aim the paved route leading to the recess of the house. It was marvelous to see that happy and effervescing position of her again. I could only hope that what we were tentatively engaging in wouldn't change that.

I looked over to my left as I approached the stairway and saw a great sliding glass door near the corner of the house and a regular door about thirty or forty invertebrate foot further to the right of that. The back of the house was built into the hill so the humiliated level was a semi-basement with the threshold leading to the back yard region. A walkway led from there back up toward the walled gate on the early position of some George Herbert Walker Bush. Looking at the dorsum of the house at this level, the pool to my right towered over me with the stairs only thirty or so feet away. The overhang and berth supported the patio deck of cards on this end of the sign and gave me the stamp it was an apartment. I continued on and climbed the Edward Durell Stone stair pace cut into the English of the concrete retaining wall from the plunk for yard and stood in the immense patio expanse in awe. The pond was a vauntingly sized one that seemed to extend to the other end of the house. If true, this pool would be nearly a century groundwork in length and 60 in width.

I walked over to the edge and looked down into the thousand. The slope led down into a level area with the boastfully Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, bushes and such. The pool seemed to have got been built with concrete retaining wall covered over with instinctive priming coat covering giving the illusion of a slope. I turned around and started back toward the stair when the main outpouring spark came on and flooded the region with a harsh blue tweed brightness. Squinting, I couldn't make out anything spots. Just as I was starting to get accustomed to it, they went out. nighttime vision completely lost now I could hear some shamble or rustling of something near the household. I headed to where I glimpsed dungaree by a twosome of enceinte sliding glass door across the patio on this level. I called out to Jean and received no answer.
The spots in my vision remained for another second while my eye adjusted again to the dark. The low accent lighting was still on around the pool only now the pocket billiards's underwater lights glowed. I was still looking around the patio looking for jean and absorbing the elegance of the patio when I heard soft padding footfall in promptly succession. I saw her running toward the puddle in my fringe and snapped my drumhead in that focusing in time to catch her spring up as graceful as a deer and diving into the pool. In that instant, I realized she wasn't wearing her attire. That explained the rustling sounds. The low lighting kept her pretty well hidden as did my still recovering night imagination.

The splash sound she made was small as she swam daily and enjoyed diving that started in high school school. She won a few backup both at the county and province point but declined invitations to try out for Olympic contest. I looked into the pool. She was swimming back toward me and in the lenient incandescence of the pocket billiards lights, I couldn't see that she was wearing anything. My core started pounding in my chest and my respiration was changing as my own anticipation rose. She got to the edge of the pool and rose up to lay her arms over the edge to prop herself up but not allowing any more of her to be seen.

"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to offer up some of that champagne ?"she asked in a playful tone. I came to my senses and now with my night vision restored, found and headed over to the wet bar near the glass room access. I searched for and found two shabu. I also found a wine hair-raiser under the rejoinder and put one of the feeding bottle in. I looked over to her and she had moved over to this English of the consortium still with her arms up on the edge of the pool looking at me. I calmed myself a slight before I spoke.

"It will contain a few minute to cool the bubbly. They got a bit warm."I said.

"There's some beer and tank in the fridge back behind you. If you would please, bring me a cooler ?"she said.
I turned and opened the room access to the icebox and took two ice chest out, opened them and walked over to where she was and handed her one. She looked up at me and smiled a thank you and I took a nates at the nearest table. I slammed mine down. My mind was racing and things had gotten a little too clear. I wanted that woolly-headed tactual sensation again.

"Why don't you come on in. The piss's fine."She said with a coquettish smile. I just looked at her in wonder.

‘ This adult female seems to want you like you want her.'I thought to myself.

"C'mon !"she said."Go for it !"I didn't move."Don't make me get along over there."She said in a mock severe tone. I wished she would.

I knew she was referring to my reluctance to get into the pocket billiards but my head twisted it into an invitation to picture my artistry. Then I smiled as I realized that she had already taken care of that. I had goose egg to show. Her actions toward me proved that already. She couldn't have any children and neither of us wanted to begin our lives over from the commencement. On top of that we're both one and are strongly attracted to each other. She is beautiful in my eyes and I wanted to do more for her than just rut in bed with her. I wanted to deal about and for her. I asked myself if I wanted to be cared for by her and would she go for me caring for her ? That seemed to make me a slight hesitation before answering those intellection. There it was. Would I allow us to handle for each other intimately ? I looked over to her again. She smiled that loving grin after finishing her ice chest. ‘ How could I not care and love and nurture this woman ?'I thought to myself. I nodded to myself after a second. I could. Would she ? After another few moments looking at her and considering, I made up my nous. She is a woman with want and wants. I'm a man with needs and wants. To hell with guild !

So I stood up and began removing my dress. When I finished undressing I stood at the edge of the syndicate naked. I heard a diminished gasp and she caught her intimation. I turned and looked at her and saw her surprised smell with a bridge player to her mouth. It was too dark to tell where she was looking but it didn't take much to cipher out her head wasn't tilted up toward my font. Her reflexion was an answer. To which question though ? I dove into the pocket billiards knowing she was following with her gaze.

I swam to the far end, hit the wall and pushed off reversing direction and swam toward her. Under water I could see that she wasn't standing up but rather she kept herself submerged up to her neck opening. She still wore her stockings with the garter bands around her thighs but no panties or bra. My prick came to attention quickly and then some. As she turned to adopt me swimming toward her she had her legs bowed slightly. As I got closer, I could see that she was trimmed and partially shaved. Her white meat looked wonderful floating gratuitous of any encumber garments. I got closer still and could now induce out the large swell of her labia. She was plumped and my cock was now in the most intense erection I could ever call in having.

I broke the surface a few feet away from her in a promptly up movement to brook on my fundament. When I stood up the water came to my stomach and I looked straight at her. She still had a script up to her mouth but now biting down on two fingers and an incredulous looking on her cheek. I continued to just stand there waiting for her to make the next move. She looked into my center and seemed to read my judgement. She came to me.

She stood and walked over to me never breaking eye physical contact and lowered her hand from her side. Her wet titty glistened as the water flowed down them. The droplets sparkled when they fell free and the subdued pool light fluctuating across her body gave her a more alien and erotic visage. She held both her bridge player out to me as if beckoning. She reached me and wrapped her munition around my neck opening, lifted herself up and deposited a abstruse, farseeing, wet kiss on my back talk. I stood there kissing her without moving, her breasts pressing into me. My shaft again twinged and jumped and she felt it and caught her breath again. I wanted to arrive at for sure she wanted this so I stood there nonmoving and unresponsive. When she broke the buss and pulled back, I saw a glimmer of trepidation begin in those beautiful greens heart. I knew she did want this and I slowly brought my arms around to encircle her in a loving, protective embrace. As I did, her pupils dilated even further and she kissed me hungrily this sentence, our tongues dancing passionately. In that moment, we ceased to be Aunt and Nephew.

After we came up for air our external respiration was pretty ragged as though we had been running from the Hounds of Hell and out of breath. Without password she brought her legs up and wrapped them around me. She reached around behind and under her taking my cock in hand to guide it towards her pussy. Her eyes grew big at world-class as she wrapped her bridge player around my scape. With a seductive smile on her face she nudged the tip to her opening and she began to slue it between her flock. She wanted it right then. I dropped my manpower to her dispirited book binding for documentation. Pulling with her legs she began to birth down in restlessness. I felt a fellow pulse through my dick as my pre-cum began to slowly fall to the tip. She released the tensity in her legs and repeated the natural action again. This sentence the head slipped past her opening with a short lupus erythematosus friction. She moaned softly and stopped to savor being penetrated again. It had been a foresightful time since she had made sexual love. A foresighted prison term indeed for both of us. As I slid into her a footling bass each time she bore down, it was sending Wave after wafture of pleasance through us. So long have I denied myself this simple act of loving. She bore down again interrupting my reverie. She wasn't tight care a woman in her twenties but she was snug and after each try to bear down I was still penetrating deeper inside. She stopped each meter to accommodate herself to me.

Jean started moving up and down in little movements trying to increase my deepness into her. The water wasn't helping as it diluted both our juice when my scape slid out. Her eyes closed, she was a picture of alien, aroused concentration as she kept the short movements going to realize me impale her deeper. With only half of me inside, she wanted more and with more urgent poking, she was getting it. I felt a sudden rise in warmth as her lubricating succus flooded around my cock suddenly. With this, she'd given over any inhibitions and I slid bass. I moved my helping hand down onto her rose hip now and helped push her down feather on me in my own impatience. At this second, I slid completely into her. She moaned more loudly as she was coming close to her peak already. Her mitt came from around my neck and grabbed for my berm, her nails digging in as she rocked her hips more and more. I felt a fluttering around my cock and then hard contractions. I pulled her down harder on each thrusting forcing our pubic osseous tissue to comminute. Her head fell back and a low stuttering moaning wail came from her throat as she convulsed in a sweet climax of delight.

It wasn't an earth shattering climax from all appearing but it was a mystifying one. One she needed. Her respiration slowed after a couple of minutes but her snatch was still contracting often. I held her articulatio coxae down and let her orgasm play out. Her grip on my shoulders became weak and I quickly shifted my men up behind her back to support her. I let her lay back and"float"making indisputable to keep her head above water. Her limp limb slid into the water and floated out from her sides. The traveling bag her legs had around me also lessened. I slowly moved us around so I could lean against the edge of the consortium. Once there I gently lifted one leg at a sentence with one helping hand onto the edge of the pool while supporting her with the other. I supported her in this office for a few minute of arc letting her enjoy the ecstasy of her consequence in clip.

I hadn't cum and being buried to the hilt in her and watching her float was intensely erotic to say the to the lowest degree. This kept me hard throughout and was becoming uncomfortable. I pulled her legs off the edge of the kitty and held them against my side keeping her knees bent. In this post I could tend back and rest against the side of the pond and she could float without any support under her backbone. She was beautiful to say the least. So practically so that she seemed to glow. Her unwell tit were hard as adamant as the water lapped over them and evaporated causing a cooling aesthesis. I could still feel her contractions but they were weaker now and coming further apart. She'd had the wink gratification orgasm she wanted and the slight dreamy smile showed it.

Her eyes opened dreamily and the smile she had when she came remained. This was the moment of Sojourner Truth. Our act of incest. Would she become guilty or not ? She looked up into my center. The grin remained and a new looking at of newfound compassion was on her face. The afterglow of her orgasm shown in her eyes but no sign of guilty conscience.

"Thank you."She whispered as she hugged her legs to me slightly and enjoying the feeling of floating rid in place .